Page 108 of Liars

I smirked. “Then we better try again.”

Our mouths fused in synchrony, sweeping me up again in a kiss so intense I barely registered the distant growl of an approaching engine, but a sudden blast of headlights flooded the car. Kreed ripped away from me, his breath uneven, his gaze snapping to the windshield.

A car sat directly in front of us. Its headlights glared and its engine revved.

Every inch of Kreed went tense.

My blood turned to ice.

I reached for him instinctively, my fingers locking around his forearm. “Kreed, don’t. I have a bad feeling about this.”

He didn’t look at me. His entire demeanor shifted—sharp, lethal, predatory. “Stay put,” he ordered, his voice like steel.

“Where are you going?”

“To see what this asshole wants.”

Fear spiked in my chest. I tightened my grip on his arm. “What if they have a weapon? What if?—”

“I’m just checking it out. Lock the doors behind me,” he ordered.

My gut screamed at me to stop him. To tell him to justdrive. But before I could say another word, Kreed was already pushing open his door, stepping into the blinding light. I scrambled to hit the lock button, my heart pounding as I watched him approach the other car.

Without warning, the car lunged forward.

“Kreed!”

The vehicle charged at him. Kreed twisted out of the way at the last second, barely avoiding getting hit, but it didn’t stop. The headlights veered toward me.

Panic gripped my chest. I barely had time to react before the car came dangerously close, sideswiping Kreed’s vehicle hard enough to make it rattle before speeding off down the road.

Kreed was at my door in an instant, yanking it open. His eyes were dark with fury. “Are you hurt?”

My pulse was still a violent drum in my ears. “No.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “The windows were too dark. I couldn’t see who was inside.”

His breath came out sharp, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. His gaze followed the car’s retreating taillights, disappearing into the distance. “Neither could I.”

I exhaled shakily, hands trembling. “Are you crazy? They could have killed you.”

His lip curled in a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes as he slipped into the driver’s seat. “As you can see, I’m not dead.”

I glared. “That’s not funny.”

He didn’t reply. Just jerked the car back onto the road, his hands gripping the wheel harder than before. “I need to get you home,” he said.

“What about school?”

“It looks like you and I are taking a sick day.”

“Won’t that upset your father?”

That smirk ghosted back onto his lips. “Probably.” Kreed cranked the steering wheel to the left as his foot hit the gas. The SUV made a half turn, fishtailing into the other lane and taking us back home.

I stared out the window, my nails digging into my palms, my mind racing. It felt like I couldn’t even leave the house anymore without being followed. Without being hunted.

Someone was after me, and I still didn’t know why.

What threat could I possibly pose?

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